And now you’re moving to Portland
Tonight, we heard music. Talked about the flexibility of love, drank whisky and beer, and you did not judge me. And we laughed.
When you got up from the church pew, I put my hand to where you’d been.
It was warm.
I remembered, “This is what friendship feels like.”
Aw Sarah; I heart you! That is what friendship should feel like; warm and not-judgey. And full of whiskey and beer and laughing of course. 🙂 ❤